48 hours

comin back here seeing new faces

not a one form the past

abuse is a cycle

once problem is solved

another has just evolved

looking out my window as hope disolves

seeing the bed you sleeped in

the closet you were beat in

sooner or later you need a change

think & rearange

this is for the best

ive been told so

so, I guess?

a place to try to relaxe

but remembering them beating on ur chest.


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Allyson Bond's picture

Wow, I really liked this poem. I don't know what it's actually about most likely, but good job